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Tuesday, April 5, 2011

I feel like laughing evilly. MWAHAAHAHAA.

My grandmother bought me a cross-stitching set, which I am probably addicted to. Thing is, when I hear cross-stitching, or needlepoint, or pretty much anything involving a thread, I imagine a proper young lady in this dress placidly sitting in a well kept sitting room with her needle and thread. To properly illustrate the incongruity of me doing cross-stitching, here is a handy little badly-drawn MS paint picture:

I actually did find myself muttering control zed angrily under my breath while messing up stitches, because I am unmistakably, undeniably, irrevocably cool, despite using large and unwieldy words like 'incongruity' and 'placid', and being able to recite 38 digits of pi, and having arguments involving characters from Harry Potter fanfiction (fanfics are my guilty pleasure). Ha. If you haven't noticed my sarcasm hand raised high in the air, please get your eyes checked.

On to more interesting things! Oh, wait. There isn't much. I mean, I went to my grandparents' cottage over the weekend, and we made maple syrup. There was also a loon frozen into the ice in the lake because it couldn't take off before the lake froze. This all sounds very Canadian, doesn't it?

Speaking of Canada, do you know what else is Canadian? I don't actually know. I wanted to use this as a transition when I realised how cheesy it is, and how I also don't need the transition because I don't have much to say anyway. Oh, wait. Hot Guy at school is Canadian.

REALISTIC GABI: He probably isn't, actually. SCHOLARLY GABI: We did a poll in Geography class, and it turns out that only 10 out of the 30 people in our class are born in Canada, 1 parent is, and one grandparent is.POSITIVE GABI: I love Toronto for that, the multiculturalism is great. REALISTIC GABI: They're all from Asia, sweetie.IMMATURE GABI: Your mom's from Asia.REALISTIC GABI: She was born in Canada.IMMATURE GABI: Your mom's mom's from Asia.REALISTIC GABI: She's European.
IMMATURE GABI: Your mom's mom's. . . (Infinite loop loops infinitely.)